I am the Old Man 

My age? 

Ah, does that still matter? 

My title is called decrepit, or so they say

A title that wraps around my wrinkles 

A title that wraps around my blurred eyes 

A title that wraps around my dimming ears

Some say I have no strength, 

but isn’t my age my strength? 

Some say I have no power, 

but isn’t my age my power? 

Ah, does that still matter? 

How ironic! It seems my title is making my memory fade

It seems my title is also making people fade away 

Ah, does that still matter? 

One thing is clear to me 

If people remember me, it means they want to remember me 

They remember me however they wish  

If people don’t remember me, it means they don’t want to remember me 

I faded away...